What were we thinking?
We moved to a literal Indian burial ground
Where the floor won't stop shaking and the fires don't go out
What even happened?
We had it real good and we loved like we should
Then we lost engulfed and turned into dust
And in the end times I was hoping we'd fight side by side
To hunt and gather or whatever needed to survive
To pull through, but we two fools threw
When did we get lost?
The journey was tough we went off trek and suffered enough
The going got tough
When did we lose it?
When everyone did all the rations we hid are still here
Lentils and tears
And in the end times I was hoping we'd be kissing
To hold real tight and see the light
And reminiscing in all we lost
To building blocks
And in the end times I was hoping we'd be kissing
To hold real tight and see the light
And reminiscing in all we lost
To building blocks
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